WWE Divas Fanfiction

(Yandere) Mickie James x Reader (NSFW)

You blink a few times, trying to clear your eyes. Your body feels sluggish and slow as if your limbs were filled with lead. You try to stand up but fall upon the realization you are strapped to a chair.
"What the fuck! Let me out!" you struggle against the coarse rope that bound your wrists. You tried to remember what happened but your head throbbed with pain, your body felt like a sack of bricks. God, my body it feels like it has a hangover on steroids.
Your thoughts were interrupted by a psychotic giggle, followed by a girl dressed in schoolgirl-esc ring gear, skipping out of the dark. She flicks a switch and the light flicker to life, flashing a few times before stabilizing.
"My oh my... You're awake! I thought you died! Oh, by the way, it's me, your tag partner." she extends her hand, "Oops you're tied up, I forgot." Mickie giggles at this, but you find it un-amusing, in fact, it is anything but funny.
"Mickie?! You out of all people?! But why?" you gasp in disbelief; this girl is, or was, your tag team partner.
Mickie just 'boops' you on the nose and laughs. "I see the way you look at those pretty fangirls," she sticks out her tongue in disgust. "I can't have you running off with them," she pauses and leans in.
"If I can't have you, no one can."
You glare at her, "Are you psycho? Why are you doing this? You don't need to do th-"
Mickie slid her hand under your jaw and grabbed it, her other hand reaching into her pocket and pulled out a flip knife. She flicked the blade out and pointed it at you, you could see the light glimmering off of it.

"Oh babe, I absolutely have too," Mickie says, a laugh bubbling up from her throat as she is tapping your lip with the tip of the knife.

"You're psycho," you say, trying your hardest to act like a steely-eyed hero. Your breath is whistling in and out your lungs; it's damn hard to keep calm when someone if pointing a knife at your throat.

Mickie just gives a giggle, "Oh, you're so cute when you get angry." she leans in and give you a quick kiss.

You lurch back staring at her wide-eyed while she just smiles and sits down in your lap. You squirm trying to get the deranged girl off of you while you demanded her to tell you what's going on.

"Mickie, what the fuck?! I thought we were friends! Now you're trying to kill me? Tell me what is going on here!" you thrash wildly in your seat, eyes glazed with a burning fury.

Mickie looks at you almost pitifully and hushes you. "Hey, hey. It's okay, it's all good (y/n). I won't hurt you I just want to tell you something." she gently caresses your face, gently wiping off some of the dirt and grime smeared on it.

You are taken aback by how tender she's being with you and calm down a little. "Alright, tell me then why am I here?"

Mickie settles into your lap a bit more and drapes her arms around your neck. "I love you (y/n). I really, really do. I loved being your tag partner, you were always so caring when no one else was. How gentle you were. How kind you were. How excepting you were. It touched me you know (y/n)." she pauses to move some of your hair out of the way of your eyes. "All my friends are finding their special someone: Trish found her knight in shining armor. Melina and that crazy, energetic, yet loving young man. I want someone too, after all, I'm quite lonely in life."

You look at her with understanding eyes. You always knew Mickie wasn't exactly the most stable person around, but she was caring and kind. She looked out for you in the ring, made sure you didn't break yourself. She cared when no one else did.
"Mickie..." you say a little embarrassed and a little touched.
"Do you love me?" Mickie asks you quietly as if she were afraid of your answer.
You pondered it for a moment, your mind drifting back to some sweet memories with Mickie.

"It hurts. It hurts... Please... Help me..." you roll around on the in-ring canvas clutching at your ribs. "Fuck they're broken..." you were trying a high flying move and slipped off the ropes, crashing to the ring. Mickie was the only one who was also in the training room at the time, she insisted to come along just in case something happened. She stopped doing her 'Mick Kicks' against the punching bag and hurried over to you.
"I'll call 911. Hang on. (y/n), please don't die... I-I love you... The time I spend with you makes me happy, I feel like I belong when I'm with you..."

Your thoughts flashed to another memory where the two of you became tag team partners.
"Hi I'm Mickie," a girl smiles at you, her eyes are warm.
"I'm (y/n), I wonder what misadventures we'll have together." you chuckle,
Mickie smiles at this.
That was the beginning of your history with Mickie.

"I guess, I do like you a lot Mickie."
She curls up in your lap, smiling with glee. "I'm glad to hear it. I'll untie you." Mickie cuts the rope off your wrist and casually tosses the flip knife away.
"If you'll be mine, I'll be yours forever and ever. I'll take a bullet for you if it came to it." Mickie says close to your ear,
"Really? If I love you will you be mine?" you know it is a rhetorical question, but you'd love to hear her say yes.
"I'll be yours to love, yours to keep, yours to use," Mickie whispers sultrily,
"Mmhm, that sound good Mickie." your hand drifts around her body, wrapping around her back, and sliding under her ring gear. You crash your lips to hers in a crazed, wild, kiss. Mickie drinks you in, moaning into the kiss, her tongue delving into your mouth.
"Let me take you (y/n)," Mickie's nails dig into your chest, as she bites down on your neck, hard. You flinch a little at the spike of pain, but Mickie holds your head back, exposing the bite. She smiles and licks the mark, tasting the metallic red blood.
"You taste really good," she whispers, lapping up the crimson liquid. This scene, though strange, aroused you. You could feel Mickie lift your shirt and tossing it carelessly aside. She presses her soft lips to your stomach, Mickie drifted furthur downwards, she slid of your pants and ran her velvety tongue along the underside of your member. You let out a moan at this, sensations of pleasure taking over. You slide your hand under her shirt and bra, playing with her chest. Grabbing her shirt collar, you tore the shirt open and unbuttoned her shorts, taking off all her undergarments.
For the next while the room was filled with moans of pleasure, after the two of you were done you hugged Mickie close.
"Love you."
"And I you."